Wednesday, September 04, 2002

So J and I are both convinced that we made the first move. That is to say, I am convinced that I grabbed her hand, and she is convinced that she grabbed mine. I can see where the mistake might be made -- the holding of hands is often a confusing thing, who took what. It's easier to say that someone took a slice of pie, for the pie had no choice in the matter, and the pie is not going to say, "No, no, it was I who jumped onto the pie server and tipped myself onto the plate." It leaves us at an impasse, neither of us willing to back down here. A silly subject, sure. But I know it was on my mind to do it, and I do remember doing it. And I remember trying to put my arm around her as we left 1800 Club but it not working and I remember thinking that at the very least, a walk around the lakefill would be romantic.... But of course, it was she who led us off the path and onto a flat rock to sit upon. And really, it was she who asked me to dance on my birthday. And really, who am I to say? The problem, though, is that while I can let it go, I can't relinquish my claim. That is to say, I don't need to convince her that I'm right (which I am) but I think she won't let me get away with not resolving this debate. But, it's an okay debate to have -- and better still, the fact that both of us feel that we were the instigators of this makes me feel like we really started out on some even ground. And that's pretty nice.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home